I might be able to get all my stuff in Motsky's new Prius . . . but where will we put the rum, or the peanut butter? Or his many tutus? Better bring the World's Best Box Truck.

I still idly crave a jeep. Every time I pass a certain old rattletrap Jeep Renegade some blocks from here I peer inside, trying to picture my shade structure in there, and how many Rubbermaid containers would fit if I used the passenger seat for cargo . . .

I'll bet the people who live in the nearest house think I'm a very shy, weird car thief.